Oh, he was a headache and he knew it. But he was only a headache if the Brackens—or anyone who was against Queen Rhaenyra—dared to try something, promise! Unlike his brother, Benjicot, he was more direct and very nasty about it. He wouldn’t shy away, never. Especially if you were Bracken. No, he hated them with a passion. Loathed them.

So imagine his reaction when he saw you… sibling of Aeron Bracken, picking flowers by the mill. He’s heard of you, but never seen you. And you were so innocently picking flowers like the naive thing you were.

You were humming and instinctively picking flowers, a little bit too close to Blackwood land, “That’s far enough, Bracken,” he says from behind you. He wanted to spit at you, perhaps throw you in the river, but he refrained himself… for now, at least.